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Joker's Journal 7
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It's morning. Mouse is gone. Smart girl.
It's time to wake Harley and get this show on the road.
I'm sick of writing on the dry bits of piss-soaked newspaper.
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September 11th
Finally, a notebook to write in. And a ballpoint pen. Funny, the little things we take for granted in life. Where do I begin? Well, I have a lot of paper, and a lot of time to write, so I'll start at this morning.
This morning.
J woke me up with a little kick which startled me at first, then made me laugh at at how feeble it was compared to his past kicks. Then it made me worry because the idiot kicked with the leg that still had a
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Look what the cat dragged in - Prologue
Unbelievably, I had survived almost four days without food. Despite the pride of a man fervently pulsing within my chest, I only had one source of food out here on these streets. My only option for surviving was to scavenge through the scattered garbage bins of the slums. I had to suck it up, and just do it. I had to find a meal in much the same way a stray cat had to. But repulsively, the garbage dumpsters provided little to eat, and no matter how much willpower I put into forcing myself to eat the shit inside there, I vomited most of the scum before it was halfway down my throat. I kept telling myself with stubborn growls, "If you don't eat
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